My Face Hurts.

No, I did not get punched in the face by a wild elephant or get into an epic bar fight.  Thanks for considering it, though.  (Weren't considering it?  Well, you are now.)

Actually, my face is killing me because I've been laughing so hard tonight.  There is something to be said about being with people who actually understand you and the odd way your brain works.

So what am I doing now?  Packing my backpack, you ask?  Uh, no, but that's probably a good idea.  Running through my presentation on anxiety for psychology that I didn't give last week because we ran out of time?  No, but that's another good idea.  Homework that is due this week that will absolutely wipe me out like windex wipes out streaks if I don't get it done?  Again, no.

 (Kudos to me for the analogy, though.  I'll make a decent writer yet.)

I'm procrastinating. 

It's the weather.  Spring is here in full force.  My allergies are so bad right now that my eyes are perpetually puffy.  And they burn.  My mom made a comment about it this morning:

Mom: Honey, are you ok?

Me: Actually, yes.  I feel the best I've felt in a very long time.  Why?

Mom:  You just seem kind of...out of it.  You don't look like you in your eyes.  They aren't as clear as they normally are.

Me: *Looks in mirror* Oh my God, I look like a stoner!  When did that happen??

So yeah.  Between that and the acne party that my face decided to throw last night (apparently I wasn't invited until the aftermath party this morning when I looked in the mirror), I kind of look like a mess.  I don't mean, I just do. 

Should I worry about?  Who knows.  I've always believed that beauty is more than skin deep, so hopefully no one will judge me this week because of my appearance.  But even if they do, what's it to me?  I'm untouchable at this point.

So I've discovered that I've got massive jitters with this new medicine I'm taking.  I'm going to give it until Monday before I call the doctor.  Hopefully my system will adapt.  I'm really tired of not being able to eat consistently.

And now I have to go let my neighbor's dog out. 

~Meaghan

P.S. - Yay for double posting!

Know What's Frustrating?

The fact that I am possibly allergic to some of my facial products.  I've started this wonderful routine for both morning and night (brush teeth, wash face, moisturize, etc.) and I wake up this morning to more acne than I've had in a very long time.  Plus my face itches a bit.

Really?  It doesn't seem fair.  First of all, I thought I left acne behind the minute I left my teen years behind this summer.  Wrong.  It appears acne doesn't care how old you are as long as you have pores for it to make itself at home in.  Not fair. 

Second of all, I don't even wear foundation.  Seriously.  I have fairly good, even if it is slightly sensitive, skin.  It's naturally pale and even in tone.  All I wear is a slightly tinted moisturizer with an SPF in it and a little compact powder to prevent shine.  That's all. 

What I find the most odd, though, is that my face is acting this way AFTER I started my super sweet routine.  Before, I would fall asleep still wearing my make-up or wouldn't wash my face consistantly.  And yeah, I got zits and what not, but not like I have this morning. 

Maybe my face needs to get used to being washed consistently.  Or maybe I'm about to enter "that time".  Which would actually explain a lot, seeing as I feel the need to eat an insane amount of chocolate and salt right now.

Ok, so that was kind of my weird rant this morning.  I can't believe semester is half over.  I'm going to a classical concert tonight for one of my classes, and I have mid-terms next week and the week after.  I also have a History paper I need to get done.  Not to mention the writing for Creative Writing.

 Which reminds me, I need to go to advising and get my major emphasis official down this week.

Alright, it's Friday.  I'll let you people get on with whatever it is you do on Friday.  I'm looking forward to an invigorating day of writing, homework, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

Until the next blog,

~Meaghan